Sonnet...

 

A Women Scorn

 The heart has turned away hiding inside

Conceals the pure love that once did glow

Afraid to reveal pain the heart does show

Broken with slashes deep trying to hide

Body mends the mind closed the gap so wide

Love has taken the soul far below

Buries the guilt so his hand cannot sow

Heart crying deep tears as true love has died

 Soul has learned not to trust anymore

Steals ones mind and thoughts not to restore

His lying lips she’s now a woman scorn

Emotions wasted on visions now torn

Walks alone to regain life as was born

Brings hope to a women who is lovelorn

 

- Rhoda Galgiani

The Sonnet Form of Poetry consisting of an octave with the rhyme pattern abbaabba
followed by six lines with a rhyme pattern of cdecde or cdcdcd...rg

Nagauta Lyric...

Sweetly Speaking

 A light is shining
Glowing from my heart like gold
      Glimmers through ripples
      Of a cool shimmering brook
Hearing secret thoughts untold

 Sweetly speaking words
To those torn apart I say
      Voice of painful scars
      With a hopeless dying breath
Pray now for a brand new way

 Autumn shows her hues
Carries souls to rainbow heights
      Let my golden light
      Guide them up and far away
Sleeping somber gentle nights

 - Rhoda Galgiani 

 

Nagauta Lyriac Form of Poetry is a Japanese form of indeterminate length
that alternates lines of five and seven syllables and ends with an additional

seven-syllable line…rg

Alliteration...

Old Man Winter

Alliteration Style
 

 Eating enjoyable editable

BBQ brazing beef

Corn cobs congenial

Summer sensations simmering

Deserts delicious delectable

Longing lasting leisurely laziness

Soon season slips silently silent

As winter’s weary weather

Comes carrying cantankerous calling card

 

- Rhoda Galgiani

 

Alliteration Form of Poetry is a poem that repeats the same letter at the beginning of two or more words immediately succeeding each other, or at short intervals; as in the following lines: - Behemoth, biggest born of earth, upheaved His vastness - Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields...rg



Free Verse...

Our Destiny

Golden hues cast their
spell over the setting sun
Another day has passed
Warmth leaves the soul as the
evening breeze swirls swiftly by

Longing to dream just a bit longer
taking in the treasures of today
casually drifting into the awaited peace
that is coming, peace that will soothe
the body and soul for another day

Visions of today clutter the mind
bringing pleasure to the lips
Memories have developed from
today carefully being filed along
with others of days gone by

The heart is full with the
life that is taken for granted.
Dare do we question the events
of the daily routine that is before us?
It is said, how dare we...

for our destiny has already been chosen

- Rhoda Galgiani

Free Verse Poetry Form has no rhyme, no special line length or no special pattern
It sounds like natural speech - It tells a story or paints a picture - It uses carefully chosen words to describe experiences or feelings - It is written like a poem and not like a paragraph. It must make sense to the reader…rg

Happy Valentine's Day from Karen O'Leary...

 

Valentine Reflection

Love is not endless

euphoria and passion.

Its intertwined

harmony climbs steep

hardships with balance

and exalts in others'

triumphs with true joy.

Love absorbs peace

and endures with faith.

- Karen O'Leary

  

 

Karen O'Leary is the Editor of Whispers...a poetry website that will delight all

who take a moment to visit...whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com

'Expressions' Feature ~ Carolyn Devonshire...



Disposable Wisdom

Each day Annie Lesley opened a can

Her eighty-six-year-old hands trembling
As she sat with her cat and ate pet food
What is wrong with this elder’s rendering?
Pride swallowed to remain independent
Large, sunken eyes peered from her weathered face
Her late spouse a decorated hero
Annie's lifestyle a national disgrace
 


 

More enlightened cultures all over the world
Have revered their seniors throughout history
Asians and Native Americans
Are just two who honor their ancestry
Polynesians, other Pacific tribes
Respect the wisdom that comes with age
Seniors are welcome in family homes
But here in the states they’re placed in a cage
Bone-thin Annie Lesley chose to be free
Amazing neighbors with her endurance
When social services tried to intervene
She fought with remarkable resilience
Old photos on walls told many great tales

But only purring Tibby was listening

Each morning she rose to care for her cat

Until the day that Tibby went missing

In tears she claimed he must have been poisoned

Though in cat years he was older than she

Each day she sat by the window, staring

Awaiting the homecoming of Tibby

She’d been abandoned by society

Lost in the world’s most “progressive” nation

For sacrificing her spouse in World War II

Annie received little compensation

This widowed war bride never had children

Her mate had met his fate in Normandy

Posthumous awards she dusted each day

Annie’s life was defined by loyalty

To a man and a cat who never came home

And the vigil she kept by her porch

Ended quietly one warm summer night

When an angel came to take Annie home

With a can of cat food in hand when found

Annie had nothing else to eat in her house

This is the way a veteran’s wife died

And tear stains had blemished her faded blouse

Although seniors’ wisdom is heeded

In societies that grow from history

Too many like Annie lead lonely lives

Wisdom untapped, they die in poverty
 

- Carolyn Devonshire

 

A Note from Carolyn Devonshire - Annie's cat took a shine to me and I quickly became her friend. Just wish I had known she was starving. There were times when I was going out of town for a while and would bring fresh milk, eggs and bread to her. I should have done this more often, but I was in my 20s then and was very active socially. This is not an excuse, so I will live with the memory of a woman who might have lived longer had I been more observant of her needs.

 

Editor's Note: 'Expressions' proudly features a poetess with flair.
This story written by Carolyn Devonshire is many times so true here in America.
As people age, they have no one. They turn to their pets for companionship,
someone to share their life with, something to share a warmth. Sad as it
may be, the truth is told in Carolyn's words. Carolyn has been chosen
as January Poet of the Month at: 'Whispers...' Karen O'Leary, Editor whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com  ...rg

Duo Rhyme...

Confusion’s Pain

The mind swirls with own confusion,
Image viewed is an allusion,
Colors on shadowed walls are stained,
As if one was captured and chained, Screams enter the mind it is drained,
Entrance to the soul was not gained,
Sounds escaped from weary chest pained,
For strength was not taught or was trained,
Will shall aid body’s conclusion,
Confusion’s pain needs transfusion.

- Rhoda Galgiani

Duo-Rhyme Poetry Form - Created by Mary L. Ports

a 10 or 12-line poem with the first two and last two

lines having the same rhyme scheme - the center of

the poem (lines #3 through #8 or #10) has their own

separate Monorhyme scheme - this is indented two

spaces from left when printing, form is left justified

Punctuation is used - Meter: 8 beats per line, written

in iambic tetrameter (4 linear feet of iambic)
Rhyme Scheme: 10-line: a,a,b,b,b,b,b,b,a,a

12-line: a,a,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,a,a - Posted poetry

is the 10 line example…rg

Free Verse...

Tongue of Deceit

 

Tell me no lies for I tell you truth.

Look into my eyes and acknowledge

what you do not want to hear.

Your reality is slapping you in your face,

you do not want a reality check or truth.

You want to play games and continue on

with these childish antics between two adults.
 

I am a woman who has needs and desires.

You shall not destroy the progress I have made

by my struggle, for you are not worthy of me.

You have revealed to me the lies on your breath,

the mistrust I have obtained towards you is true,

my truth of truths is shielding me from harm.

I turn away so your scars will not cling to my soul.
 

Run I shall, far from the split tongue of an evil man.

Wind whirling through my hair as a cleansing ritual

making me pure again, to love again, to be me again.

No mortal is worth the stripping of the life so treasured

by the one who breaths it, no man has the right to burn

my heart, my life, my dreams, my needs or my desires… 

 away with you and your tongue of deceit.

 

- Rhoda Galgiani

 

Free Verse Poetry Form has no rhyme, no special line length or no special pattern
It sounds like natural speech - It tells a story or paints a picture - It uses carefully chosen words to describe experiences or feelings - It is written like a poem and not like a paragraph
It must make sense to the reader…rg